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I was going to die. I was going to run out of breath and die from being a fat slob. You have no idea what I’m talking about, but I’m about to tell you.
When Baxter saw the lookout above us, Frank decided we needed to sneak up on him and take him out of the picture. Besides, he said, from that viewpoint, a person could probably see more of the land and maybe find out what we were up against.
Somehow, I volunteered. It just sort of came out before I could stop it. Maybe I was feeling like I hadn’t been pulling my own weight so my pride made me say I would do it. Whatever the case, I knew as soon as I volunteered, it was the only thing to do.
At first, Frank just looked at me. I think he was waiting for me to change my mind, but I just stared right back at him. This went on for an unco
